"Gina, hurry up!" I hear my sister shout downstairs as the beginning of a Disney movie begins to play. All of my family had already sat down in their seats while I was taking off my bra, revealing my plump little b-cup breasts upstairs in my room. I then continue by slipping on my Tshirt and pj bottoms and then scurry down the stairs.
Once I reach the living room I find my old sister on the couch, saving me a spot next to her, while my eighteen-year-old sister sat in the middle of the floor, up close to the TV, and our parents sat on the loveseat to the right of the couch. I quickly take my place next to my older sister, plopping down ever so abruptly next to her. She rolls her eyes and scoffs at my sudden intrusion, but her delight ultimately showed through and she offered me some of her blanket, which I took and scooted in next to her so close so I could feel the warmth of her smooth skin against mine.
My sister Abby was 21, just two years older than me, and a junior in college. She had much tanner skin than me but we had similar dark brown hair, and was the more outgoing one. Although I wouldn't say I was shy, my sister was the one that was more active when it came to socializing and going out for parties. I can understand why she was popular though. She has a beautiful figure, much curvier than mine, but still more athletically built, with beautiful green eyes and a great smile that always brings people to their knees. I somewhat envy for these traits, but I have come to admire them more lately than anything. I wouldn't say I couldn't see a slight resemblance in us. We still had the same hair and smile, but I was much paler and more on the thin side, with smaller breasts.
"What did I miss?" I turn from the TV and whisper to her, and she shrugs.
"Not much," she says, and lays her head on my shoulder. She gives a slight shiver and edges as close as she can get to me, wriggling her arms around my waste, "It's freezing," she says. This behavior wasn't too uncommon for her, but I did find it odd about how overly affectionate she was being, but for some reason I didn't mind.
However, about half an hour into the movie I feel her left hand begin to travel down my body. Abby glides down from my stomach to my thighs, grazing her hand into the center of them, getting very close to my crotch, and then back up to my stomach; making my whole body tingle.
"Abby. What are you doing?" I whisper to her and she moves her lips so close to my ear to where I can feel her hot breath.
"Nothing. Just relax," she says nonchalantly and continues to gently caress me.
I look over to my younger sister and then my parents, who were so engrossed into the tv they weren't noticing what their two daughters were doing suspiciously under the blankets. I continued to let Abby's hands glide down my legs, getting closer to my crotch every time, until she finally reaches under my shirt and cups my breast. I let out a slight gasp, and my little sister turns around and gives me a questionable look. Panic engulfs me, but it soon leaves once more when my parents begin laughing at something on the tv and, sad that she had missed something amusing from the movie, returns her focus back to the big screen. Abby never minded though, and continued to rub my left tit, squeezing it so nice and lewdly I began to let out a slight moan, as a heat between my legs begins to grow.
"You like that Gina?" My sister seductively whispers to me, "you like me rubbing your cute little tit like this?"
"Abby..." I moan out as she begins to move her other hand down to my waistband. My hips begin to writhe, wanting to be touched.
I need more.
Tingles run up my stomach as Abby slowly takes her hand down to my pussy. Her hand begins to rub my cunt outside of my pjs, my hips jiving forward as her index finger stretches the fabric to get in between my pussy lips and find my clit. I moan once more, louder this time.
This time my parents hear it, and they both turn their heads, eyebrows raised.
"Are you alright Gina? You don't look so good," I mother says, and as soon as she says that, Abby begins to put in hand in my pants, finding my clit and softly rubbing it. I bite my tongue, trying to restrain myself.
" Yes... I'm fine. Just...," my sister begins squeezing my nipple, hard, "...Just not feeling the best."
I look over towards Abby, a cheeky grin on her face. She licks her lips seductively and continues teasing my love parts under the blanket.
"Are you sure you don't want to go up to bed sweetheart? We can finish the movie another time," my father says.
I look over at the movie that was still playing and then turn back to them, "No it's alright. The movie's almost over. I can finish it," I say and squeeze my sisters thigh.
"If you say so 'hun," my mother says, and my parents turn back to finish the movie.
I tried to pay attention to the TV but Abby was not helping my case. She continued to tease me and play with me until the movie ended. Finally, the rest of my family got up and went their separate ways: my younger sister going upstairs to her room and my parents going down the hall to their's. It was just me and Abby left and my cunt was as wet as ever.
I never thought I could be so turned on by my own sister. I always found her to be attractive, but never like this. She was sexy, sensual. It wasn't love like I would feel for a romantic partner, but I wanted nothing more than to touch every part of that hot body of hers. My pussy got even wetter at the thought of what I could do, and I eventually sat up, moving away from my sister for a second to face her.
I wasn't quite sure what to do now. The parents and our sister were gone, it was just the two of us.
Just how far are we willing to go? How far am
I
willing to go? I had never done anything with a real woman before. Sure, I had seen a few pornos with lesbians in it, but the was different. This was real, and with my sister nonetheless.
I look into her gorgeous green eyes, now filled with the same lustful beauty that mine were. She giggles, and wraps her arms around me, forcing me closer to her. Her face creeps towards mind and she kisses me. Her lips were soft, none like any guys I have kissed before, and her technique was gentle, subtly slipping her tongue in and out of my mouth. We both moaned at the act as our bodies begin to writhe as we press up against each other, our tits moving back and forth as we run them together.
"Oh fuck sis, you have no idea how long I have been wanting this," Abby says breathily in between our make out.
She begins to find the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms above my head so she can take it off. Not breaking our kiss, she begins to fondle my breasts and I begin to moan louder. I wanted to do the same and fondle those melons of hers. They were at least a two sizes bigger than mine and always bounced whenever she walked. Looking back on it now, I always seemed to pay extra attention to them.
I slowly bring my hands up to her tits and Abby moans out to me, squeezing my left tit harder. I take one in each hand, sensually circling my fingers around her nipples that were poking out of her shirt.
